Post by Melinda Rhodes on Jan 27, 2021 10:31:04 GMT -7
REBEL STAR ARENA, ROME GA
1/28/2021
BELL TIME 7PM EST
"Bye Valora"
SEGMENT
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, so, wait a tick, Becky Blade’s had tree matches in this fuckin’ comp’ny, Katie Chaos, Cherry Deville an’ Narcoleptic Ninja. She fuckin’ tapped tae Katie, an’ got fuckin’ pinned by bote Cherry an’ Narco…
Her right hand rises, index finger extended.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Em, whot th’ fuck are’ ye on about then, talkin’ shite tae me like ye done baeten th’ whole fuckin’ world comin’ in haer, Girl? Ye’ve nay beaten seven one bloody person in this comp’ny, so take tree steps back, an’ wait yer fuckin’ turn!
The hand lowers and a knowing smirk comes across Psycho’s face.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: But tha willna bae ‘appenin’, will it, Lass?
Psycho shakes her head, the smirk remaining in place.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I bae waitin’ fer a reason tae kick somebody’s fuckin’ head off an’ ye jess bae givin’ m one, Darlin’! I’m a champion in this comp’ny an’ yet, it doesnay saem tae bae maenin’ ennithin tae th’ ones in charge! I was a fuckin’ champ tha dinna get tae go back fer me championship, then knocked a big name in this sport th’ fuck out in Valora Thomas! There isnay anyone out there kin say they did tae her whot I did an’ how was I rewarded?
The smirk fades away.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I got used tae make Luter Thunder look good an’ then I bae more or less cast th’ fuck aside tae make room fer some tha kinna bae assed tae do much of ennithin!
She points angrily off to the wall.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Whot jes ‘appened wit Shelby bae a fuckin’ insult but ye dinna bae naedin’ tae worry, Lass. Ye bae jess whot th’ doctor fuckin’ ordered! I’m baein’ paid tae take out all o’ me frustrations on ye an’ baein’ encouraged tae jess take yer fuckin’ head off!
She nods slowly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: It’s time tae remind th’ world...
HARDCORE MATCH
-BECKY BLADE-VS-PSYCHO MAGUIRE-
Becky Blade rushes right into a spinning roundhouse kick from Psycho Maguire. She tries to get up but is beaten down with a lead pipe multiple times. Psycho then lets up, allowing a bloodied and battered Becky to get to her feet, only to nail her with a running knee shot to the side of the head. She slips her foot beneath her foe's chin, lifts her up with her foot and hits the GEALTACHTA! Psycho flexes for the crowd as the referee counts to 10, granting her a Knock Out Victory.
WINNER BY KNOCK OUT: PSYCHO MAGUIRE!!!
SEGMENT
-JUSTICE CROSS-VS-VALORA THOMAS-
Valora Thomas enters the ring in a foul mood, cursing people out and in general being a total bitch to anyone around her. Justice Cross wasn't even sure how to take it but merely puts her dukes up and moves in. Valora suddenly turns and blasts her with a hard open hand slap, snapping Cross's head to one side, followed by another and another, then a knee shot to the mid section, driving her back. She grips the wrist, goes for an Irish whip but Justice Cross reverses it into a back elbow shot, followed by a sharp kick to the head that sees Valora fall like a chopped tree to the canvas! Valora is stunned, leaving her open for a SHINING WIZARD, rocking her head back. Justice then proceeds to batter the piss out of her rude, arrogant opponent, then hits the LIGHT'S OUT! Pin to follow 1-2-3 Done!
WINNER BY PINFALL: JUSTICE CROSS!!!
Valora, however, IMMEDIATELY gets up and starts bitching out the referee, claiming a fast count, then storms out of the ring, stumbling and wobbling all the way down the ramp back to the backstage area. Justice just shrugs and pumps her fist in the air with a grin!
Spazz: Look at that shit! Bitch just fuckin' flipped and lost her shit!
Koss: It would appear that Valora Thomas is revealing her true colors in this defeat!
Spazz: Like a spoiled rotten ass bitch yo!
SEGMENT
Valora Thomas is seen scouring the backstage area, fuming mad and looking a bit delirious.
Valora: REBEL! THAT REF TRIED TO FUCK ON ME!!!! WHERE ARE YOU, YOU FUCKING BITCH?!!!
She tears up signs, smashing things as she goes about. Even hurls a table full of merch waiting to go out into the merch booth in the lobby, sending shirts, toys, and posters flying everywhere. She notices the cracked open door that reads "Rebel Rhodes" and bursts into the room. She finds her employer battering a punching bag with taped fists, getting her workout in. She stops and nods.
Rebel: So that was you I heard out there?
Valora: YOUR SHITBAG REFEREE CHEATED ME! I SHOULD'VE WON!!!!
Rebel: The hell he did. Billy Edwards is top shelf.
Valora rushes, slamming Mel against the wall.
Valora: BULLSHIT!
Suddenly an elbow smashes her in the side of the head, followed by several body shots and a right cross that send her staggering! Valora snarls and spins at Melinda with a spinning roundhouse but the Rebel ducks, slipping under the leg, lifting her up and single-arm power slamming her into her hardwood desk!
Rebel: STUPID BITCH! YOU WANT A FIGHT?! COME ON!!!
Valora slips off the desk wincing in pain and firing off a volley of fists and feet, which Mel avoids effortlessly with nimble footwork, only to hit her with a few jabs, a right cross, and SHOT IN THE DARK!!! Valora's left on the floor out cold. Melinda adjusts her shirt, barely even breaking a sweat, her breathing slightly elevated. She crouches down over Valora's unconscious body, grips her hair, and yanks her head up off the floor.
Rebel: Let me clue you in on something. That win you got from me? That impressive debut by you, Valora Thomas? Yeah I totally gave you that match to put the fed over. It's not my fucking place to look good here, it's the talent's so I sacrificed in order to make my promotion look like it's fair and even, that it puts the talent ahead of my needs. You DARE to pull this shit on me after what I gave you, the opportunity I offered up not once, but fucking TWICE??!!! Naaaaah Bitch. FUCK OFF and FUCK YOU! YOU'RE FIRED!!!!
Mel slams Valora's head into the floor as hard as she can, breaking her nose with a blood spattering impact. She then rises and pulls her phone from her pocket. A speed dial brings up security.
Rebel: Hey security, I got a bitch that needs scraping off my floor and to be tossed out into the fucking street along with all her shit in the locker room. Nah nah, better yet, there's a dumpster outside the fence. Toss her in there, where she fucking belongs.
She then hangs up the call, flops down in her desk chair, and props her feet up.
Rebel: Let someone else try me today.... I ain't in the fucking mood....
Security enters the office to collect the body, she smirks.
Rebel: Bye Valora
Spazz: Holy shit!
Koss: Melinda Rhodes took back the win she apparently gave to Valora Thomas and throwing her out like a sack of trash at the same time!
Spazz: Let that be a motherfucking lesson! Don't cross that boss yo!
-HIRATA DOKUEKI-VS-NARCOLEPTIC NINJA-
Narco flings himself at Dokueki, hitting several high speed chops while shouting "WAAAH-AT-AT-AT-AT-TTTAAAHHH!!" She doesn't even budge and headbutts him right off his feet. What follows is Dokueki brutally and savagely beating the living hell out of the Ninja. Knees, fists, elbow strikes, headbutts, feet, and more fly at his head and belly, battering the fool to his knees. At one point he's holding his hands up, begging her to stop but a SHINING BLACK and an evil laugh is her only response. She then lifts him by his head and deposits him with THE CLAW SLAM!!! She promptly follows this up by lifting him on her shoulders, struggling a bit to get to the top rope and hitting THE DRAGON'S DIVE!!! She pins him but only gets 1-2 and not because he kicked out, but because she lifts his lifeless shoulder with a wicked grin at the referee. She locks on THE SERPENT'S EMBRACE!!! He gargles as she violently wrenches him in the hold, cruelly choking out the unconscious fool in her midst. The Referee declares a submission victory when he gets no response from Narco.
WINNER BY SUBMISSION: HIRATA DOKUEKI!!!
She gathers him up despite the referee telling her to stop and hits one more big move.... THE DRAGON'S LAST DANCE! As he lays there, twitching, she then blasts him in the face with DRAGON'S BREATH, bathing his face in green mist! Then walks away as her music plays loud.
Koss: Hirata Dokueki just demonstrated why she is one of the most dominant Japanese wrestlers ever to set foot in a Western wrestling ring!!
Spazz: SHE FUCKED HIM UUUUUUUPPPP!!
Koss: After everything he said and did on Social media? If he's able to walk again after this match, he should count his lucky stars!
Spazz: Bitch is scary! I'd give her a wide berth and treat her with some fucking respect if I was in that fat fuck's shoes!
Koss: No you wouldn't!
Spazz: Well maybe not, but I'd not say all that shit he said! Fuck that! I like living with the ability to feel my dick!
SEGMENT
1/28/2021
BELL TIME 7PM EST
"Bye Valora"
SEGMENT
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, so, wait a tick, Becky Blade’s had tree matches in this fuckin’ comp’ny, Katie Chaos, Cherry Deville an’ Narcoleptic Ninja. She fuckin’ tapped tae Katie, an’ got fuckin’ pinned by bote Cherry an’ Narco…
Her right hand rises, index finger extended.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Em, whot th’ fuck are’ ye on about then, talkin’ shite tae me like ye done baeten th’ whole fuckin’ world comin’ in haer, Girl? Ye’ve nay beaten seven one bloody person in this comp’ny, so take tree steps back, an’ wait yer fuckin’ turn!
The hand lowers and a knowing smirk comes across Psycho’s face.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: But tha willna bae ‘appenin’, will it, Lass?
Psycho shakes her head, the smirk remaining in place.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I bae waitin’ fer a reason tae kick somebody’s fuckin’ head off an’ ye jess bae givin’ m one, Darlin’! I’m a champion in this comp’ny an’ yet, it doesnay saem tae bae maenin’ ennithin tae th’ ones in charge! I was a fuckin’ champ tha dinna get tae go back fer me championship, then knocked a big name in this sport th’ fuck out in Valora Thomas! There isnay anyone out there kin say they did tae her whot I did an’ how was I rewarded?
The smirk fades away.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I got used tae make Luter Thunder look good an’ then I bae more or less cast th’ fuck aside tae make room fer some tha kinna bae assed tae do much of ennithin!
She points angrily off to the wall.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Whot jes ‘appened wit Shelby bae a fuckin’ insult but ye dinna bae naedin’ tae worry, Lass. Ye bae jess whot th’ doctor fuckin’ ordered! I’m baein’ paid tae take out all o’ me frustrations on ye an’ baein’ encouraged tae jess take yer fuckin’ head off!
She nods slowly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: It’s time tae remind th’ world...
SHOW INTRO
Halocene's "Rage" plays over the house P/A system as the show intro video plays, showing highlights from past and present shows, current champions, and break out stars. Pyro explodes on the stage as we hit the crescendo of the beat. Out steps Jenny Beck with a big grin on her face! She rushes down to ringside, hits the ring running, and slides in with a tuck and roll to one knee.
Jenny Beck: SRW FAITHFUL!!! IT'S SSSSSAAAAAVVVVAAAAAGGGEEE TTTHHHUUURRRSSDAY!!! LET THE BEATINGS COOOMMMMEEENNNNCCCCEEE!!!
We cut right to the boys at ringside, Joe Koss and Mike Spazz!
Spazz: Sup mofuggas!!!
Koss: What a hell of a night we have for you in store!!
Spazz: Right off the bat, it's hardcore AF as Becky Blade chews off way more than she can fuckin' handle!
Koss: You don't have alot of faith in Becky?
Spazz: John Blade could kick her ass!
Koss: John Blade is a legend, Mikey.
Spazz: Legendary loser maybe, but that bitch don't know what the fuck she's in for!!!
Jenny Beck: SRW FAITHFUL!!! IT'S SSSSSAAAAAVVVVAAAAAGGGEEE TTTHHHUUURRRSSDAY!!! LET THE BEATINGS COOOMMMMEEENNNNCCCCEEE!!!
We cut right to the boys at ringside, Joe Koss and Mike Spazz!
Spazz: Sup mofuggas!!!
Koss: What a hell of a night we have for you in store!!
Spazz: Right off the bat, it's hardcore AF as Becky Blade chews off way more than she can fuckin' handle!
Koss: You don't have alot of faith in Becky?
Spazz: John Blade could kick her ass!
Koss: John Blade is a legend, Mikey.
Spazz: Legendary loser maybe, but that bitch don't know what the fuck she's in for!!!
HARDCORE MATCH
-BECKY BLADE-VS-PSYCHO MAGUIRE-
Becky Blade rushes right into a spinning roundhouse kick from Psycho Maguire. She tries to get up but is beaten down with a lead pipe multiple times. Psycho then lets up, allowing a bloodied and battered Becky to get to her feet, only to nail her with a running knee shot to the side of the head. She slips her foot beneath her foe's chin, lifts her up with her foot and hits the GEALTACHTA! Psycho flexes for the crowd as the referee counts to 10, granting her a Knock Out Victory.
WINNER BY KNOCK OUT: PSYCHO MAGUIRE!!!
Spazz: WHAT'D I SAY?!!
Koss: That may be a record for shortest beatdown on record!
Spazz: Smoked her ass like a bonfire!
Koss: That may be a record for shortest beatdown on record!
Spazz: Smoked her ass like a bonfire!
SEGMENT
As the Shieldmaidens move about in their dressing room, the camera finds Alex “Bullet” Carbajal and Jackie “Bandit” Layton seemingly waiting for the moment the red light goes on.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So we get the Gaslighters, do we?
Bullet shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I would call them Trolls. They picked a fight over something as small as who posted first and then when shown their error…
Bandit nods knowingly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: They acted like we’d actually fucked up and tried to move on to something else because they're using the MAGA Playbook. Cheetolini just used that shit for four years on everyone and rode it all the way to the top with it.
Bullet barely moves.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Do we have to go full CNN?
Bandit shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: When else will I get the chance to have it be entirely relevant?
Bullet nods acknowledgingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Point.
Bandit glares into the camera.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: The funny part here is that the two of them will just act like it’s obvious they’ll beat us because, I mean, they’re just better than us in every way right? I mean, they were born better. They were born into money and…
Bullet frowns.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Does that not describe you as well?
Bandit nods.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yes, but see, nevermind that because they have hot dates and modeling contracts and mingle with other rich folks to make deals about how to cut the pie up a little finer amongst themselves.
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Again, does that not describe you?
Bandit shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yes but see they have political pull and can buy and sell whoever they want!
Bullet crosses her arms.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I am still waiting for you to say something does not apply to you.
Bandit smirks.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I don’t flaunt it in everybody else’s face in order to claim I’m better than everybody else to make me feel better about myself?
Bullet ponders this for a second and then nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And you have even won championships here before.
Bandit nods harshly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: And that, ladies, a term I use as loosely as you tend to accuse others of living, is the point here. We are a championship team that want to get back there again because of how our last championship match ended and in order to do that, we have to go through you!
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Es la verdad…
The two both nod as Bullet’s arms drop to her sides.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: The time has come to show you who we are!
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Hell is empty…
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And the Maidens are here!
Koss: Hell is empty!!!
Spazz: AND THE MAIDENS ARE HERE MOFUGGAS!!!
Koss: They look very game going up against the Socialites later tonight!
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: So we get the Gaslighters, do we?
Bullet shrugs.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I would call them Trolls. They picked a fight over something as small as who posted first and then when shown their error…
Bandit nods knowingly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: They acted like we’d actually fucked up and tried to move on to something else because they're using the MAGA Playbook. Cheetolini just used that shit for four years on everyone and rode it all the way to the top with it.
Bullet barely moves.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Do we have to go full CNN?
Bandit shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: When else will I get the chance to have it be entirely relevant?
Bullet nods acknowledgingly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Point.
Bandit glares into the camera.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: The funny part here is that the two of them will just act like it’s obvious they’ll beat us because, I mean, they’re just better than us in every way right? I mean, they were born better. They were born into money and…
Bullet frowns.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Does that not describe you as well?
Bandit nods.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yes, but see, nevermind that because they have hot dates and modeling contracts and mingle with other rich folks to make deals about how to cut the pie up a little finer amongst themselves.
Bullet nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Again, does that not describe you?
Bandit shrugs.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Yes but see they have political pull and can buy and sell whoever they want!
Bullet crosses her arms.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: I am still waiting for you to say something does not apply to you.
Bandit smirks.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: I don’t flaunt it in everybody else’s face in order to claim I’m better than everybody else to make me feel better about myself?
Bullet ponders this for a second and then nods.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And you have even won championships here before.
Bandit nods harshly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: And that, ladies, a term I use as loosely as you tend to accuse others of living, is the point here. We are a championship team that want to get back there again because of how our last championship match ended and in order to do that, we have to go through you!
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: Es la verdad…
The two both nod as Bullet’s arms drop to her sides.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: The time has come to show you who we are!
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Hell is empty…
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And the Maidens are here!
Koss: Hell is empty!!!
Spazz: AND THE MAIDENS ARE HERE MOFUGGAS!!!
Koss: They look very game going up against the Socialites later tonight!
-JUSTICE CROSS-VS-VALORA THOMAS-
Valora Thomas enters the ring in a foul mood, cursing people out and in general being a total bitch to anyone around her. Justice Cross wasn't even sure how to take it but merely puts her dukes up and moves in. Valora suddenly turns and blasts her with a hard open hand slap, snapping Cross's head to one side, followed by another and another, then a knee shot to the mid section, driving her back. She grips the wrist, goes for an Irish whip but Justice Cross reverses it into a back elbow shot, followed by a sharp kick to the head that sees Valora fall like a chopped tree to the canvas! Valora is stunned, leaving her open for a SHINING WIZARD, rocking her head back. Justice then proceeds to batter the piss out of her rude, arrogant opponent, then hits the LIGHT'S OUT! Pin to follow 1-2-3 Done!
WINNER BY PINFALL: JUSTICE CROSS!!!
Valora, however, IMMEDIATELY gets up and starts bitching out the referee, claiming a fast count, then storms out of the ring, stumbling and wobbling all the way down the ramp back to the backstage area. Justice just shrugs and pumps her fist in the air with a grin!
Spazz: Look at that shit! Bitch just fuckin' flipped and lost her shit!
Koss: It would appear that Valora Thomas is revealing her true colors in this defeat!
Spazz: Like a spoiled rotten ass bitch yo!
SEGMENT
Valora Thomas is seen scouring the backstage area, fuming mad and looking a bit delirious.
Valora: REBEL! THAT REF TRIED TO FUCK ON ME!!!! WHERE ARE YOU, YOU FUCKING BITCH?!!!
She tears up signs, smashing things as she goes about. Even hurls a table full of merch waiting to go out into the merch booth in the lobby, sending shirts, toys, and posters flying everywhere. She notices the cracked open door that reads "Rebel Rhodes" and bursts into the room. She finds her employer battering a punching bag with taped fists, getting her workout in. She stops and nods.
Rebel: So that was you I heard out there?
Valora: YOUR SHITBAG REFEREE CHEATED ME! I SHOULD'VE WON!!!!
Rebel: The hell he did. Billy Edwards is top shelf.
Valora rushes, slamming Mel against the wall.
Valora: BULLSHIT!
Suddenly an elbow smashes her in the side of the head, followed by several body shots and a right cross that send her staggering! Valora snarls and spins at Melinda with a spinning roundhouse but the Rebel ducks, slipping under the leg, lifting her up and single-arm power slamming her into her hardwood desk!
Rebel: STUPID BITCH! YOU WANT A FIGHT?! COME ON!!!
Valora slips off the desk wincing in pain and firing off a volley of fists and feet, which Mel avoids effortlessly with nimble footwork, only to hit her with a few jabs, a right cross, and SHOT IN THE DARK!!! Valora's left on the floor out cold. Melinda adjusts her shirt, barely even breaking a sweat, her breathing slightly elevated. She crouches down over Valora's unconscious body, grips her hair, and yanks her head up off the floor.
Rebel: Let me clue you in on something. That win you got from me? That impressive debut by you, Valora Thomas? Yeah I totally gave you that match to put the fed over. It's not my fucking place to look good here, it's the talent's so I sacrificed in order to make my promotion look like it's fair and even, that it puts the talent ahead of my needs. You DARE to pull this shit on me after what I gave you, the opportunity I offered up not once, but fucking TWICE??!!! Naaaaah Bitch. FUCK OFF and FUCK YOU! YOU'RE FIRED!!!!
Mel slams Valora's head into the floor as hard as she can, breaking her nose with a blood spattering impact. She then rises and pulls her phone from her pocket. A speed dial brings up security.
Rebel: Hey security, I got a bitch that needs scraping off my floor and to be tossed out into the fucking street along with all her shit in the locker room. Nah nah, better yet, there's a dumpster outside the fence. Toss her in there, where she fucking belongs.
She then hangs up the call, flops down in her desk chair, and props her feet up.
Rebel: Let someone else try me today.... I ain't in the fucking mood....
Security enters the office to collect the body, she smirks.
Rebel: Bye Valora
Spazz: Holy shit!
Koss: Melinda Rhodes took back the win she apparently gave to Valora Thomas and throwing her out like a sack of trash at the same time!
Spazz: Let that be a motherfucking lesson! Don't cross that boss yo!
-HIRATA DOKUEKI-VS-NARCOLEPTIC NINJA-
Narco flings himself at Dokueki, hitting several high speed chops while shouting "WAAAH-AT-AT-AT-AT-TTTAAAHHH!!" She doesn't even budge and headbutts him right off his feet. What follows is Dokueki brutally and savagely beating the living hell out of the Ninja. Knees, fists, elbow strikes, headbutts, feet, and more fly at his head and belly, battering the fool to his knees. At one point he's holding his hands up, begging her to stop but a SHINING BLACK and an evil laugh is her only response. She then lifts him by his head and deposits him with THE CLAW SLAM!!! She promptly follows this up by lifting him on her shoulders, struggling a bit to get to the top rope and hitting THE DRAGON'S DIVE!!! She pins him but only gets 1-2 and not because he kicked out, but because she lifts his lifeless shoulder with a wicked grin at the referee. She locks on THE SERPENT'S EMBRACE!!! He gargles as she violently wrenches him in the hold, cruelly choking out the unconscious fool in her midst. The Referee declares a submission victory when he gets no response from Narco.
WINNER BY SUBMISSION: HIRATA DOKUEKI!!!
She gathers him up despite the referee telling her to stop and hits one more big move.... THE DRAGON'S LAST DANCE! As he lays there, twitching, she then blasts him in the face with DRAGON'S BREATH, bathing his face in green mist! Then walks away as her music plays loud.
Koss: Hirata Dokueki just demonstrated why she is one of the most dominant Japanese wrestlers ever to set foot in a Western wrestling ring!!
Spazz: SHE FUCKED HIM UUUUUUUPPPP!!
Koss: After everything he said and did on Social media? If he's able to walk again after this match, he should count his lucky stars!
Spazz: Bitch is scary! I'd give her a wide berth and treat her with some fucking respect if I was in that fat fuck's shoes!
Koss: No you wouldn't!
Spazz: Well maybe not, but I'd not say all that shit he said! Fuck that! I like living with the ability to feel my dick!
The camera opens backstage on the members of Wildside, Seleana Zdunich and Zenna Zdunich, with a blank background draped behind them.
Zenna Zdunich: So the time has finally come…
Seleana nods her agreement.
Seleana Zdunich: We meet Veronica Taylor and Bianca Davis with no one else standing by their side to get in the way. No Christina Fierce, no Pretty Saints, no Mariella Lopez, no one…
Both sisters’ glares intensify.
Zenna Zdunich: You have tried to make us disappear and yet, here we stand. You failed!
A small smirk graces Zenna’s face while Seleana’s wears only anger.
Seleana Zdunich: And now Uggoside comes for you…
Zenna scoffs.
Zenna Zdunich: Idiotkommittén ber om sitt slut.
Seleana nods pointedly.
Seleana Zdunich: Ja, they have been asking for it for months.
Zenna shrugs as if it’s obvious.
Zenna Zdunich: We should give it to them.
Seleana nods pointedly again.
Seleana Zdunich: Happily.
Zenna crosses her arms.
Zenna Zdunich: Maybe we give them a makeover?
Seleana nods yet again.
Seleana Zdunich: And leave just enough for Dokueki, Chi Chi and Jane to have some fun with later.
Zenna glares harshly.
Zenna Zdunich: Välkommen till helvetet!
Selana matches her sister’s intensity.
Seleana Zdunich: Välkommen till djungeln!
Zenna Zdunich: So the time has finally come…
Seleana nods her agreement.
Seleana Zdunich: We meet Veronica Taylor and Bianca Davis with no one else standing by their side to get in the way. No Christina Fierce, no Pretty Saints, no Mariella Lopez, no one…
Both sisters’ glares intensify.
Zenna Zdunich: You have tried to make us disappear and yet, here we stand. You failed!
A small smirk graces Zenna’s face while Seleana’s wears only anger.
Seleana Zdunich: And now Uggoside comes for you…
Zenna scoffs.
Zenna Zdunich: Idiotkommittén ber om sitt slut.
Seleana nods pointedly.
Seleana Zdunich: Ja, they have been asking for it for months.
Zenna shrugs as if it’s obvious.
Zenna Zdunich: We should give it to them.
Seleana nods pointedly again.
Seleana Zdunich: Happily.
Zenna crosses her arms.
Zenna Zdunich: Maybe we give them a makeover?
Seleana nods yet again.
Seleana Zdunich: And leave just enough for Dokueki, Chi Chi and Jane to have some fun with later.
Zenna glares harshly.
Zenna Zdunich: Välkommen till helvetet!
Selana matches her sister’s intensity.
Seleana Zdunich: Välkommen till djungeln!
Spazz: Theyz hot AF yo! Money's on Wildside owning some silicon lip, tit, and ass bitches!!!
Koss: Wildside vs Pretty Committee coming up next!!
-PRETTY COMMITTEE-VS-WILDSIDE-
There's catty insults between both teams before the bell rings, but it would be Bianca that makes the first move, slapping her legal opponent, Seleana, hard enough to stun her. Bianca surprises all by actually dominating Seleana until a surprise jaw breaker sends her stumbling back! Seleana follows up with a roundhouse kick that drops Bianca to one knee, then tags out to Zenna who adds insult to injury with a running kick to the side of a recovery Bianca's head! Bianca rolls into her corner from the impact and manages to tag in Veronica Taylor! She locks up with Zenna and the two have a technical exchange of holds that sees Veronica coming out on top with a surprise knee to the gut and a kick to the head, followed by THE UGGO REMOVER! Pin and broken up by Seleana! Seleana and Bianca engage in a brawl in the ring that ends up seeing the two go over the ropes! Veronica has the advantage on Zenna with strikes and a few different grounded holds until Zenna breaks it up with a back elbow and THE FAMILY TRADITION!!! Pin and broken up at a count of two by Bianca! She rolls out of the ring after the save, only for the battle to continue with Seleana outside!
Zenna sets up for THE FATAL KISS but Veronica slips free and rolls her into a Victory Roll-up Pin! This distracts Seleana, opening her up for THE BEAUTIFUL BOOT! Zenna isn't able to kick out from the surprise pin and it's 1-2-3 in favor of the Pretty Committee!!!
WINNERS BY PINFALL: THE PRETTY COMMITTEE!!!
Spazz: BOOOOO! YOUS BITCHES SSSUUUUCCK!!!!
Koss: The fans are right there with you, Mikey. They are NOT happy with this result. Wildside will be revisiting this again, I'd bet money on it!
SEGMENT
Backstage, the camera finds Haylie Jo “Halo” Annis
Halo: Ya know, I knew this match was comin’ since the last one ended but I gotta admit, didn’t think it would be like this. See, when that last match ended, they said we done tied and so we both won…
She pauses, looking off to the right as if something in the distance has caught her attention.
Halo: And there wasn’t no talk that night about how ties go to the runner or any kind of champion’s advantage bullshit. They said we both won and that meant we was both gettin’ the prize… meanin’ I was suddenly a three-time champ here...
Nodding, Halo looks to the floor, then turns to face the camera again.
Halo: So, imagine my surprise when the card goes up and it just says Katie Chaos is defendin’ HER championship against me, straight up, no disputed or nothin’ attached.
A look of piqued curiosity crosses the southern woman’s face.
Halo: Might I be permitted to ask,
Anger moves into her eyes.
Halo: um, what in the unholy fuck happend here and how come ain’t nobody bothered to tell me about it before the shit went up?
She waves her right hand, whipping it through the air violently.
Halo: How y’all just gonna act like that shit ain’t never happened?
Incredulous, Halo glares into the camera.
Halo: Katie Chaos did not walk out of that match the only winner, why is she the only fuckin’ champion in this match? Why am I just gettin’ a shot like y’all went, “Aw, she did so good, now let’s just pat her on the head and say maybe better luck next time, kiddo!”
Halo angrily shakes her head.
Halo: Oh fuck no, not better luck next time. I fucking won that goddamn match just as much as she did and this is fuckin’ bullshit that somewhere between that pay-per-view ending and this card goin’ up that got erased like we’re gaslightin’ everyone who tuned in or paid attention to it and sayin’, “Yeah, y’all ain’t seen what you seen, nothin’ to see, Katie Chaos may as well not even been challenged on that show!”
The camera zooms in on the mask of fury that is Halo’s face.
Halo: Katie, I’m comin’t o this match and when I leave ain’t nobody gonna forget that I was here no more! Tonight I make y’all remember my name forever by beating it into Katie fucking Chaos until it’s practicaly tattooed on her damn forehead!
She nods, pointing accusingly into the camera.
Halo: Y’all asked for this… here it comes!
Spazz: Halo on FIRE yo!!
Koss: She won a draw result against Katie Chaos but isn't billed as a duel champion. I can understand her frustration and anger. I just hope it doesn't cost her!
Spazz: Yous get pissed off enough and you can shake motherfucking mountains dawg!!
Halo: Ya know, I knew this match was comin’ since the last one ended but I gotta admit, didn’t think it would be like this. See, when that last match ended, they said we done tied and so we both won…
She pauses, looking off to the right as if something in the distance has caught her attention.
Halo: And there wasn’t no talk that night about how ties go to the runner or any kind of champion’s advantage bullshit. They said we both won and that meant we was both gettin’ the prize… meanin’ I was suddenly a three-time champ here...
Nodding, Halo looks to the floor, then turns to face the camera again.
Halo: So, imagine my surprise when the card goes up and it just says Katie Chaos is defendin’ HER championship against me, straight up, no disputed or nothin’ attached.
A look of piqued curiosity crosses the southern woman’s face.
Halo: Might I be permitted to ask,
Anger moves into her eyes.
Halo: um, what in the unholy fuck happend here and how come ain’t nobody bothered to tell me about it before the shit went up?
She waves her right hand, whipping it through the air violently.
Halo: How y’all just gonna act like that shit ain’t never happened?
Incredulous, Halo glares into the camera.
Halo: Katie Chaos did not walk out of that match the only winner, why is she the only fuckin’ champion in this match? Why am I just gettin’ a shot like y’all went, “Aw, she did so good, now let’s just pat her on the head and say maybe better luck next time, kiddo!”
Halo angrily shakes her head.
Halo: Oh fuck no, not better luck next time. I fucking won that goddamn match just as much as she did and this is fuckin’ bullshit that somewhere between that pay-per-view ending and this card goin’ up that got erased like we’re gaslightin’ everyone who tuned in or paid attention to it and sayin’, “Yeah, y’all ain’t seen what you seen, nothin’ to see, Katie Chaos may as well not even been challenged on that show!”
The camera zooms in on the mask of fury that is Halo’s face.
Halo: Katie, I’m comin’t o this match and when I leave ain’t nobody gonna forget that I was here no more! Tonight I make y’all remember my name forever by beating it into Katie fucking Chaos until it’s practicaly tattooed on her damn forehead!
She nods, pointing accusingly into the camera.
Halo: Y’all asked for this… here it comes!
Spazz: Halo on FIRE yo!!
Koss: She won a draw result against Katie Chaos but isn't billed as a duel champion. I can understand her frustration and anger. I just hope it doesn't cost her!
Spazz: Yous get pissed off enough and you can shake motherfucking mountains dawg!!
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
-KATIE CHAOS(C)-VS-HALO-
Katie reads off Shakespearean lines to the fans, getting them booing in uproar at her. She just gets louder and louder with her monotone voice over the microphone. Out steps Halo with a shopping cart full of weapons, noticeably a barbwire 2x4 and gallon of gasoline. She runs down the ramp with the cart, Katie simply closing the book and turning to face the intruder. By then Halo was under the ropes with her barbwire wrapped weapon and on her feet SWINGING FOR THE FENCES! Katie blocks the shot with the book, but it gets stuck to the barbwire. The two have a tug of war until Halo kicks her between the legs, yanking book and barbwire away, then savagely rocks her off her feet with a golf swing. Katie flat backs, bleeding from her forehead. Halo proceeds to batter and beat her on the canvas with brutal abandon, shredding bits of her ring gear, tearing flesh with the barbwire, all of that. She then rakes the weapon back and forth across Katie's forehead, drawing even more blood!
She backs up, hoisting the weapon up in the air, then slides out of the ring to go underneath it and pull out a barbwire wrapped table. She then brings it into the rin and sets it up just as Katie getting to her feet in a daze. She turns and sees Katie just standing there, woozy and feeling blood loss. Halo shrugs and runs hitting 2 MINUTES 2 MIDNIGHT! Katie Chaos flips from the impact, landing on her belly with a skid! Halo rolls out of the ring, grabs the gasoline and pours it across Katie's back. She then pulls a match from her boot and LIGHTS KATIE CHAOS ON FIRE!!! Katie screams and thrashes on the canvas, then gets to her feet as Halo hoists her up on her shoulders, finds the table barbwire table she set up previously and slams Katie through it while also putting the fire out. Halo makes the cover 1-2-3!!
WINNER BY PINFALL AND NEW HARDCORE CHAMPION: HALO!!!
B-Brat rushes out and the two celebrate in the ring together as Halo's music plays loud and proud. Katie Chaos gets to her feet, her back horribly burned, ring gear ruined, hair destroyed, and gathers the Barbwire 2x4 up. She rushes in behind at the two and B-Brat turns and catches her with BOOM HEADSHOT! but Katie doesn't go quit down so B-Brat follows that with THE CORONATION! She then makes an L shape with her hand on her forehead and spits on Katie's body before she and Halo leave the ring together.
Spazz: I've seen people get set on fire! Tables set on fire! But not a flaming person put through a table! Usually it's the other way around!
Koss: It's happened before, but I can't imagine a better person for that to happen to if I'm being honest!
Spazz: Katie Chaos was kinda' cool though in a weird way. Like she didn't give a fuck.
Koss: Well considering the rumblings we've heard about her backstage... well.... Some are probably happy she's being sent out burned and on a stretcher!
-CHERRY DEVILLE-VS-ROSE-
Cherry shows a respect to her opponent before the bell rings and it is reciprocated by Rose in the form of a quick knuckle tap. The two then lock up and quickly Rose overpowers Cherry driving her back. Cherry redirects her into a headlock, but before she can take her down, is planted to the mat with a steep backdrop! The two are on their feet quickly with Cherry nailing Rose with a hard chop followed by a hard right, left, right combination that stuns Rose for a moment. She then backs into the ropes and flies at her with a running clothesline but Rose ducks the arm and catches her with THEMS THE BREAKS! Quick pin results in a kickout at 2 and the match continues!
The two are back up with Cherry the one a bit worse for wear as the two meet once more. Rose hits her with a few hard forearm shots before whipping her into the ropes! Cherry hits them, rebounds but ducks the swinging arm of Rose! Rose turns quickly as Cherry hits the ropes and snaps back. Back hand ducked as Cherry spins around her and SWINGING NECKBREAKER! Cover and kickout at 2! Both back on their feet as Cherry moves in behind Rose to hook on double u-hooks on the arms, but Rose effortlessly breaks free and hits the PLANT THEM! BAM BAM to the canvas and a pin, but only a two count!
Rose hoists Cherry to her feet and tosses her into a corner. Rose heads for the opposing corner, then runs straight for Cherry only to eat two boots to the chest, staggering her for a moment. Cherry pushes up to the top rope and leaps off with a Hurricanrana but Rose reverse with a not one powerbomb, not two powerbombs, but BANG BANG YOUR DEAD!!! 1-2-3!!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: ROSE!!!
Koss: What a match between two honorable competitors! Cherry gave it her all but Rose proved to be just a little too powerful for Cherry Deville!
Spazz: Rose Powerbombed her ass damn near to death! Bang Bang BANG!
Koss: Indeed, but no animosity here, just respect between two great competitors! We have to go to commercial, but we'll be right back!
Spazz: Rose Powerbombed her ass damn near to death! Bang Bang BANG!
Koss: Indeed, but no animosity here, just respect between two great competitors! We have to go to commercial, but we'll be right back!
COMMERCIAL
-JULIET BLACK-VS-KATE STEELE-
At the starting bell, Kate manages to catch Juliet off guard with a running swift kick between the legs from behind, followed by a FLOATOVER DDT! She hooks the leg on impact, but Juliet kicks out! From there, the two go into a wild brawl with Juliet steadily taking the advantage until Kate pops off with a jab right in Juliet's eye, followed by a fast and dirty roll up, but Juliet catches her in a headscissor on the way down. She proceeds to knuckle the top of Kate's head over and over again trapped between her muscular, tattooed thighs. Kate manages to free herself but the damage is clearly done as she staggers and sways upon rising. Juliet's on her feet and effortlessly dodges a few wide swings by Kate, catching her with THE BARE KNUCKLE GLAM! Kate goes down, Juliet makes the pin but once more, the Punk Siren throws her shoulder up!
The two are on their feet with Juliet backing Kate into a corner and then powerwhipping her across the ring hard into the opposing turnbuckle. Kate stumbles back, clutching at her chest. She backs right into a rear waistlock and Juliet German Suplexes her to the canvas for a very close three count! The two roll apart and an angry, hurt Kate comes back on fire against Juliet, blasting her with a surprise right hand followed by vicious kicks and knees that drive her into the ropes. A spinning heel kick flips Juliet over the ropes. Juliet lands on her feet stumbling while clutching at her jaw and letting a few choice curse words out. Seeing a little double, she isn't exactly prepared when she turns to see Kate Steele floating over the ropes for a Suicide Crossbody block that sends both to the floor! Kate gets to her feet pumping fists with a loud "HELL YEAH!" shout!
She proceeds to batter Juliet outside of the ring, forcing the SRW hardcore queen to back pedal away. Juliet gets knocked pretty hard over the guard rail by a brutal backhand and notices a fan seated at ringside with a cane. Saying fuck it all, she grabs the cane and swings for the fences at Kate but Kate catches it in her hand and instinctively cracks Juliet in the face... Her eyes widen as she hears the chime of a disqualification bell....
WINNER BY DQ: JULIET BLACK!!!
Juliet staggers, clutching at the side of her head, a small streak of blood running down the side of her face. She laughs mockingly at Kate, who then charges at her. The two start brawling. Security is called to ringside and the two are separated kicking, clawing and biting at each other. The two are dragged to the back by multiple security guards at once.
Koss: Woah! Now that's one interesting swerve!
Spazz: I fuckin' didn't see that shit coming!
Koss: Insanity!
SEGMENT
Where are our participants for the moment? The red curtains lining the area with matching carpeted floor and a large LED display hanging on chains with the "THE MONTY PIT" emblazoned upon it would indicate that the two stood within the confines of the SRW Interview Area. Monty Proust is at the ready beside a sharply dressed Ursula Von Rossbach in a dark charcoal grey suit, black satin shirt, and textured tie at odds with her decidedly punk haircut, black shades, and full gloves. Resting upon her shoulder is the SRW Queen of the South Championship.
Monty: Ms. Von Rossbach, a pleasure to have you in the Monty Pit! Thank you for gracing my first interview segment under the new branding.
Ursula gives a small, cordial nod.
UVR: Likewise, Mr. Proust.
Monty: So I take it you are here to observe the four people who will be vying for a chance at facing you for the championship?
UVR: Among other things, yes.
Monty: Chris Styles is involved in the match, apparently looking for another chance at your gold.
Ursula tilts her head slightly to one side, the shades making her expressions even harder to read.
UVR: He was good competition but if the opportunity is offered, I see no reason why he shouldn't take it. How else does one get a championship but to try?
Monty: Indeed. What are your thoughts of the competitors involved in this match.
UVR: Christina Zdunich; Lazy. Chris Styles; Determined. CCM; Unpredictable in all the wrong ways. Samantha Tolson.....
There is a long pause as Ursula weighs her choice of words. She removes her shades, taking great care to fold them and then slide them into the inner breast pocket of her suit coat, looking down as she does so. Very slow and deliberately, she lifts her head and leans towards Monty.
UVR: It is well documented by now my thoughts and feelings on Ms. Tolson. We shall see if she proves me wrong in my assessment, but for now, my views and opinions stand. Should she manage to win? She shall face the same thing anyone else has for this championship as it resides in my possession. Hell.
She then returns to her initial position.
Monty: Such interesting takes on your potential opponents. I remember some of the things you have said about Ms. Tolson. They were quite brutal as I recall.
UVR: Perhaps, but I never forgive or forget a slight, Mr. Proust. She makes claims of my envy and jealousy when the truth of the matter is that my hatred springs from a well that is far deeper than such trivial things. She reminds me of so many who have....hurt me... in the past.
Monty: Hurt you? That is hard to imagine, Ms. Von Rossbach.
Ursula slips the championship off of her shoulder and takes it into both hands, her eyes looking down upon it.
UVR: Yes... and I made them all pay for it one by one until I had a thick manifesto of names on several sheets of paper, The Resume of Destruction. It was women like her that made me into who I am and while it may be considered unfair to lump the sins of others past upon her, she treated me much as they had and I suffered for it but now?
Her eyes very slowly trail until they meet the camera.
UVR: Now, we shall see if you are indeed as good as your claims have stated time and again everywhere you've been, Samantha. I am not worn and broken down, looking for a quick exit out. I am in my prime and more than a match for anything you or your competitors have in them, but I shall be watching this night because should you prove me correct, I'll be right there, smiling at your disgrace.
Monty nods his head and as he starts to ask another question, Ursula turns and walks away.
Monty: Well then, back to you at ringside!
Monty: Ms. Von Rossbach, a pleasure to have you in the Monty Pit! Thank you for gracing my first interview segment under the new branding.
Ursula gives a small, cordial nod.
UVR: Likewise, Mr. Proust.
Monty: So I take it you are here to observe the four people who will be vying for a chance at facing you for the championship?
UVR: Among other things, yes.
Monty: Chris Styles is involved in the match, apparently looking for another chance at your gold.
Ursula tilts her head slightly to one side, the shades making her expressions even harder to read.
UVR: He was good competition but if the opportunity is offered, I see no reason why he shouldn't take it. How else does one get a championship but to try?
Monty: Indeed. What are your thoughts of the competitors involved in this match.
UVR: Christina Zdunich; Lazy. Chris Styles; Determined. CCM; Unpredictable in all the wrong ways. Samantha Tolson.....
There is a long pause as Ursula weighs her choice of words. She removes her shades, taking great care to fold them and then slide them into the inner breast pocket of her suit coat, looking down as she does so. Very slow and deliberately, she lifts her head and leans towards Monty.
UVR: It is well documented by now my thoughts and feelings on Ms. Tolson. We shall see if she proves me wrong in my assessment, but for now, my views and opinions stand. Should she manage to win? She shall face the same thing anyone else has for this championship as it resides in my possession. Hell.
She then returns to her initial position.
Monty: Such interesting takes on your potential opponents. I remember some of the things you have said about Ms. Tolson. They were quite brutal as I recall.
UVR: Perhaps, but I never forgive or forget a slight, Mr. Proust. She makes claims of my envy and jealousy when the truth of the matter is that my hatred springs from a well that is far deeper than such trivial things. She reminds me of so many who have....hurt me... in the past.
Monty: Hurt you? That is hard to imagine, Ms. Von Rossbach.
Ursula slips the championship off of her shoulder and takes it into both hands, her eyes looking down upon it.
UVR: Yes... and I made them all pay for it one by one until I had a thick manifesto of names on several sheets of paper, The Resume of Destruction. It was women like her that made me into who I am and while it may be considered unfair to lump the sins of others past upon her, she treated me much as they had and I suffered for it but now?
Her eyes very slowly trail until they meet the camera.
UVR: Now, we shall see if you are indeed as good as your claims have stated time and again everywhere you've been, Samantha. I am not worn and broken down, looking for a quick exit out. I am in my prime and more than a match for anything you or your competitors have in them, but I shall be watching this night because should you prove me correct, I'll be right there, smiling at your disgrace.
Monty nods his head and as he starts to ask another question, Ursula turns and walks away.
Monty: Well then, back to you at ringside!
-RIOT GROUP-VS-SOCIALITES-
Written by RiskyAuGoGO
We start off this encounter with Carbajal tangling with Vanessa Page. They would, except Vanessa uses the guise of the lock up to snake eyes Alex unseen, and proceed to reel her into a swinging neckbreaker and lay into her with stomps. Tagging in Danielle, and there's much the same before Page hauls Carbajal up to her feet and sends her for an Irish whip. The crowd really gets behind it as there's a pop up powerbomb attempt, yet Carbajal unleashes in mid wiry with a storm of strikes to the face, forcing Danielle to the mat in a hurry. The crowd keeps right on cheering, as Carbajal initiates her patented Sweating Bullets strike flurry, leaving Danielle no choice but to try to cover up.
The crowd turns almost immediately as Vanessa rushes in and drags Carbajal off of Danielle, trying to initiate her own striking flurry, but the ref will have none of it and rushes to send her back to her corner. Meanwhile, the crowd BOOS even louder as Danielle took the opportunity to wrap her hands around the throat of Alex and slam the back of her head into the mat repeatedly, yet they get behind it as Jackie Layton rushes in and drags Danielle off of Alex. The referee finally is able to restore order and it's Alex who gets the upper hand, Laying into Danielle with a throat thrust and then looking to reel her in for Dios Es Una Bala, yet Danielle reverses. Or, she thought she did, but Alex swings it around and whips Danielle into her corner, tagging in Jackie to a loud chorus of cheers as Jackie unleashes on Danielle with kicks all over the body, finally taking her down with a jumping rolling wheel kick. Standing moonsault and a cover! ONE-TWO-NO!
The fans hate it as Vanessa breaks up the count with a stomp. While the ref isn't looking, Jackie attempts to haul Danielle up, yet Danielle responds with a very illegal kick to the crotch on the way up. Danielle hauls Jackie into her corner by the hair and slams her head into the waiting boot of Vanessa before tagging in. Vanessa drills Jackie with an uppercut in the corner and then drags her into the center before doubling her over with a kick to the gut. Vanessa signals that she's looking to put her away with Too Hot To Handle! The crowd is on its feet as Jackie Layton manages to swivel of the powerbomb attempt and drops Vanessa headfirst with the One-Armed Bandit! Danielle angrily runs in but the crowd is beside itself as Alex Carbajal comes out of nowhere and literally spear tackles her out of her boots! Danielle crashes to the outside as Alex scrambles out to her her corner and Jackie heads for the high rent district..
SNOWBIRD SPLASH!
ONE-TWO-THREE!
WINNERS BY PINFALL: RIOT GROUP!!!
The crowd turns almost immediately as Vanessa rushes in and drags Carbajal off of Danielle, trying to initiate her own striking flurry, but the ref will have none of it and rushes to send her back to her corner. Meanwhile, the crowd BOOS even louder as Danielle took the opportunity to wrap her hands around the throat of Alex and slam the back of her head into the mat repeatedly, yet they get behind it as Jackie Layton rushes in and drags Danielle off of Alex. The referee finally is able to restore order and it's Alex who gets the upper hand, Laying into Danielle with a throat thrust and then looking to reel her in for Dios Es Una Bala, yet Danielle reverses. Or, she thought she did, but Alex swings it around and whips Danielle into her corner, tagging in Jackie to a loud chorus of cheers as Jackie unleashes on Danielle with kicks all over the body, finally taking her down with a jumping rolling wheel kick. Standing moonsault and a cover! ONE-TWO-NO!
The fans hate it as Vanessa breaks up the count with a stomp. While the ref isn't looking, Jackie attempts to haul Danielle up, yet Danielle responds with a very illegal kick to the crotch on the way up. Danielle hauls Jackie into her corner by the hair and slams her head into the waiting boot of Vanessa before tagging in. Vanessa drills Jackie with an uppercut in the corner and then drags her into the center before doubling her over with a kick to the gut. Vanessa signals that she's looking to put her away with Too Hot To Handle! The crowd is on its feet as Jackie Layton manages to swivel of the powerbomb attempt and drops Vanessa headfirst with the One-Armed Bandit! Danielle angrily runs in but the crowd is beside itself as Alex Carbajal comes out of nowhere and literally spear tackles her out of her boots! Danielle crashes to the outside as Alex scrambles out to her her corner and Jackie heads for the high rent district..
SNOWBIRD SPLASH!
ONE-TWO-THREE!
WINNERS BY PINFALL: RIOT GROUP!!!
Koss: Impressive win by the Riot Group!
Spazz: Socialites almost had that shit, but Yous can't keep those badass biker bitches down!
Koss: Indeed! We have to go to commercial again, but we'll be right back!
Spazz: Socialites almost had that shit, but Yous can't keep those badass biker bitches down!
Koss: Indeed! We have to go to commercial again, but we'll be right back!
COMMERCIAL
ASCENDANT CHAMPIONSHIP
-JERRY WATTS(C)-VS-FAYE LANGE-
Jerry Watts and Faye Lange circle each other, looking ready and eager to go. Faye fakes Jerry out with a mock lock up, only to slip by, catching the arm and flinging him to the canvas with an Armdrag! Jerry rolls to a stand and comes back with a fast clothesline that Faye avoids, catching him with a Japanese Armdrag. Jerry gets to his feet part chuckling, part annoyed as hell. He runs for the ropes while Faye Lange does the same in the opposite direction. The two snap off and come at each other. Jerry ducks, she leap frogs over, the two hit the ropes and come back at each other, Faye hitting a cross body block, but Jerry catches and slams her to the canvas with a falling power slam!!!
Faye sits up with a wince, showing that Lange toughness. He catches her in a rear waistlock, but just as he cinches it in, she drops out of the hold, pulling his arms down and snapping her foot up to kick him right in the forehead! Jerry stumbles, rubbing at his forehead with a bit of a growl. Faye rolls to her feet, hits a back kick straight in his gut followed by a superkick that snaps his head back and sends him flat backed on the canvas. She rolls across him, hooking the leg for a 1-2-NOPE! Kickout at 2!
Faye rolls to her feet as Jerry fights to sit up, shaking his head. She turns and goes for a low round house and Jerry just falls back to avoid the kick, then kip ups to his feet, cracking her in the chest with a hard chop, followed by a spin and a lariat that takes her off her feet! Jerry then climbs the nearest turnbuckle, works the crowd a bit, and leaps off with THE REGIME STAMP! 1-2-THR-NO!!! Kickout at 2.5!!!
Jerry seems more than a little frustrated, but keeps it together as he helps the tall redhead to her feet. He pulls her in for THE ICONIC DROP-NO! FAYE WITH AN STO REVERSAL DRIVES HIS FOREHEAD INTO THE CANVAS!!! Jerry pops up on impact and flat backs, Faye going for a quick pin but again, Kickout at 2!!! Faye sits there, taking a moment to catch her breath, then rolls to her feet just as Jerry starts getting up himself. She quickly slips him onto her shoulders with a growl of effort, setting him up for the MAELSTROM-NO! Jerry slips off, sending her stumbling forward! Faye turns with a swinging fist but is caught... ICONIC DROP! Jerry goes for the pin 1-2-3!!!
WINNER BY PINFALL AND STILL ASCENDANT CHAMPION: JERRY WATTS!!!!
Koss: Faye Lange put up one hell of a fight against a very game Ascendant Champion!
Spazz: Faye was giving as good as she motherfucking GOT, Son!!! Hot AF redheaded Scandanavian chick who kicks high and will make you sweat for that shit!!
Koss: Indeed, there were moments where it looked like it could go either way! The ring has been cleared and we're now going straight to the main event!!!
MAIN EVENT
-SAMANTHA TOLSON-VS-CHRISTINA ZDUNICH-VS-CHRIS STYLES-VS-CCM-
No. 1 Contendership for the Queen of the South
Before the match begins, Ursula Von Rossbach makes her entrance with little fan fare. She joins the commentary table to sit and observe her four potential competitors. The bell rings and right off the bat, Zdunich, Styles, and Tolson all converge on the larger, more powerful Styles, battering and driving him back into the ropes. A forearm strike sends Christina flailing back. A headbutt rocks CCM off his feet. Tolson ducks low, takes the legs, and manages to lift Chris up and plant him firmly to the canvas with a spinebuster. Tolson gets up, flexing her arms with a roar at Ursula. The Champion looks unimpressed at commentary.
Meanwhile Crystal and CCM are having one hell of a brawl outside of the ring after taking a tumble over the ropes together. Chris takes advantage of Samantha's posing, rolling her up into a schoolboy pin. She kicks out at two, the two exploding apart and quick to get back to their feet. Styles locks up with Tolson and effortlessly pushes her back. She falls back with a backroll throw, flat backing him on the canvas a few feet away. He tucks and rolls to his feet, hits the ropes and comes at her with a flying shoulder block, rocking Tolson on her back! Tolson gets up quickly as he hits the ropes, looking for a second, but this time she frog leaps over him, letting him float through the air, hit the canvas and skid right out side of the ring! Chris suddenly finds himself colliding with Zdunich and CCM! WDM actually stays back as the referee watches him with hawk eyes. Tolson with a running start as the three get up close together and ODE TO MEXICO bowls all three competitors over! Upon hitting them she rises up, arms outstretched as she jacks jaws with Ursula, who merely stares back at her with cold, unfeeling eyes.
Tolson then gets caught from behind in a rear wristlock, but quickly breaks it up, pulling Crystal Z into a Tiger Suplex! CCM attacks from behind with a few hard strikes, sending her staggering forward. A few kidney shots nearly shut her down until Chris Styles moves in behind CCM and hits a BIG TIME German Suplex. Chris then gathers Tolson in and slings her into the ring. He starts to climb up only for Crystal Z to yank his legs out from under him! Chris's jaw clips the apron on the way down and he falls to the floor gripping his mouth and kicking his legs!
Christina Zdunich slips into the ring, stomping and kicking a rising Samantha Tolson! The Suplex Queen manages to get to her feet despite this, though is nearly downed by a sudden roundhouse kick from Crystal Z. She sizes Tolson up for THE FLASHING LIGHTS BUT... as she executes the move, Tolson side steps, catches her, and hits THE VICTORY DROP ALPHA! She holds Crystal for the pin and Chris slides under the ropes but just as he hits both with a double axe handle, the ref's hand hits the mat a third time and he signals for the bell!
WINNER AND NO.1 CONTENDER FOR THE SRW QUEEN OF THE SOUTH CHAMPIONSHIP: SAMANTHA TOLSON!!!
Ursula rises from her seat at the commentary table, glaring holes into Samantha Tolson who merely smiles back at her, making the Championship Belt gesture around her waist.
Koss: Impressive win by Samantha Tolson! She's secured herself a no.1 contendership and will be set to face Ursula Von Rossbach for the Queen of the South Championship at a time, place, and date yet to be decided!
Spazz: Ursula's gonna' eat her fuckin' lunch, dawg!
Koss: Tolson is very game when championships are on the line, Mikey. There's a reason she's one of the most decorated champions on the market today!
Spazz: She's worked for that many companies?
Koss: Burning the candles at both ends is a curse and a blessing! That's all the time we have for you folks. Thank you for watching and have a wonderful evening!!!
CLOSING SEGMENT / CREDITS
-BECKY BLADE-VS-PSYCHO MAGUIRE-
-JUSTICE CROSS-VS-VALORA THOMAS-
-HIRATA DOKUEKI-VS-NARCOLEPTIC NINJA-
-PRETTY COMMITTEE-VS-WILDSIDE-
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
-KATIE CHAOS(C)-VS-HALO-
-CHERRY DEVILLE-VS-ROSE-
-JULIET BLACK-VS-KATE STEELE-
-RIOT GROUP-VS-SOCIALITES-
Written by RiskyAuGoGO
ASCENDANT CHAMPIONSHIP
-JERRY WATTS(C)-VS-FAYE LANGE-
-SAMANTHA TOLSON-VS-CHRISTINA ZDUNICH-VS-CHRIS STYLES-VS-CCM-
No. 1 Contendership for the Queen of the South